hunkered down
staking his place in the sun—
orange boy
It was mid-afternoon. The sun was out, it was a gusty, blustery day and still mighty cold. On my way home, I spotted Orange Boy, that’s what I call him, hunkered down in the sun getting his D’s. There’s a picture, I said to myself. I drove on home, parked the car, and walked back hoping to take his picture.
